• “River with no border
    the forgetful hand of man

    Gather harvest from the fallow land

    Take all memory from it
    to speak of lonely travellers
    who hopelessly took orders

    From armies lined within them
    marching over fields and valleys

    As though they were a river
    not a woman nor a man
    not a place for which to answer
    but a cold and shapeless
    journey from the sea”

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